#cassandra x leliana

[illusivesoul]

Cassandra Pentaghast, knight patron of the lesbians.

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[anneapocalypse]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age: Inquisition Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Leliana/Cassandra Pentaghast Characters: Cassandra Pentaghast, Leliana (Dragon Age) Additional Tags: Canonical Character Death, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus Summary:

The Conclave is destroyed. The Divine is dead. The Left Hand and Right Hand are at odds, and at loose ends. It's the worst of times. It's certainly the worst possible time for this.

Written for ghost-teeth for the Chocolate Box Exchange 2021.

[uchidachi]

For the DA writing prompts, 13 for Leliana and Cassandra :)

Sweet post-coital Cassandra/Leliana cuddles!

13. Lightly kissing their scars.

Rarely did Leliana descend from her tower for any reason other than the War Council. More rarely did she allow herself to linger in any place about Skyhold that there wasn’t work to be done. So tonight was the rarest of treats, as she laid beside Cassandra in her bed, in her little room above the forge, and did nothing. They were naked, gloriously sated, and still had five hours until Cassandra had to rise and prepare for a trek to the Storm Coast. Leliana lay on her side, one hand propping up her head to watch her lover drowse, and the other idly tracing over the slight curve of Cassandra’s hip. There was a large, angry scar just below there, running down the side of her thigh. It was new to Leliana, but obviously many months healed. Had it really been so long since they laid like this together? Unable to remember the last time they made love that wasn’t rushed and half-clothed, Leliana frowned, and leaned over to brush her lips over the jagged line.

Cassandra giggled, and reflexively curled away from Leliana’s touch. “You tickle me,” she murmured.

Leliana obligingly drew away from Cassandra’s legs, and instead moved to kiss the familiar old scar on her cheek.

Cassandra hummed approvingly at this, and sleepily reached out to draw Leliana closer, so they could fall asleep in each others’ arms.

[trashwarden]

Today’s a reveal of @dasmutquisition ! Here are the previews of my (not-so-secret since I signed them up) entries ☺️

The full pieces can be found on my ao3.

[thedas-daydream-sideblog]

@14daysdalovers ‘Take My Hand’ Between Haven and Skyhold Established Cassandra/Leliana Pre C/L/F!Inquisitor

Cassandra didn’t bother to make an attempt at muffling her approach. Likely Leliana and Maria knew she was coming the moment she was around the boulder. The two of them were sitting close, blankets wrapped around their shoulder, mage fire keeping them warm as Leliana pointed at stars in the night sky. Cassandra glanced over the mountains and knew what story Leliena was telling.

Watching the way BOTH Leliana and Maria smiled at her as she joined them made something in Cassandra’s chest tightened. She took a seat beside Leliana, the blanket settling over her shoulder and the fire recentering and growing a hint. When Leliana finished her quiet retelling of the constellation, Maria set sparks of fire into an arrangement of stars never seen in the skies of Thedas.

“Ursa Major, the great bear,” Maria murmured before a handful of short tales related to it.

Cassandra listened to them go back and forth. It’d been so long since she had heard one of Leliana’s stories, she couldn’t recall the last time she had heard one. That Maria was able to draw them out meant something.

It was something Cassandra would not have contemplated were the Breach still open.

For now, however, the three of them needed sleep. Once Maria finished up the fourth tale, Cassandra stood and offered her hands to haul them both up. She pulled Leliana closer, briefly, and felt the subtle squeeze at her hip. It was all they could risk in the open.

Maria took the hand up. Cassandra didn’t draw her hand away once the mage was on her feet. Before they reached the boulder that cut them off from the main camp, all three of them kept their fingers entwined.

Cassandra wasn’t too sure what it meant. But the frantic edge was gone from Maria’s eyes. That, at least, meant something good. Cassandra wondered if Maria would take her hand again once they were settled once more.

[thewindysideofcare]

Guess who danced at the ball?

More delightful Patreon rewards of the Left and Right Hands of my heart by the amazing @ruushes

[Leliana and Cassandra dance, holding each other close. They are wearing the Inquisition’s dress uniforms.]

[thereinafter]

okay, for Chocolate Box I wrote some fic:

like shelter from the rain, F!warrior Hawke/Aveline, T, 3k Hawke has always said things. It’s possible she could mean them. Aveline wants to find out. (bedsharing for warmth on a mission, awkward confessions)

small comforts, Cassandra/Leliana, T, 1k Leliana knows when Cassandra has a frustrating day, and vice versa. (little caretaking moments at Skyhold)

(plus this Amaya/Janai drawing and this Leliana/Morrigan one.)

[cassandrapentayaaaaas]

5 sentences fic! Cassandra, rain; max trevelyan, breathlessness; your Ryders & hot chocolate; any of your fallout x li, ‘I wish I had knew’; Leliana (maybe x Cassandra?), peonies. Feel free to do them all or pick your favourite prompts!

Funny that it should rain the day she received the news.

Not funny, perhaps, but fitting. Cassandra stumbles out into the deluge, letter in hand and face bared to the sky as it hides her tears and makes ink run from the notice like wine spilled on a tablecloth. She feels joy, and she feels so much pain, and she is Divine with the weight of the word already driving deeply into her soul.

She sinks to her knees, hands folded penitently, and begs the Maker for strength; not the strength to follow His will, but the kind that will allow her to let go of the hands that hold her so mournfully, now.

***

“Can’t believe you’ve never tried hot chocolate,” says Laura over her mug; “even Bull’s had it before.”

Cassandra puts her finger into her book to hold her place because the sight of Inquisitor Ryder bundled up in blankets, nose still red with the early winter chill, is too endearing to miss. “I’ve had the opportunity to try it,” admits the Seeker, “but I’ve never been particularly tempted to do so.”

“Hmm, what kind of temptation do you need?” asks her love, her eyebrow quirked in inquiry.

Laura takes another sip and Cassandra inches closer. “I think,” she whispers, bending down to taste the traces of sweetness left on her lips, “that you provide exactly the right kind.”

***

“They can mean many things,” Leliana says to the Seeker as she traces the petal of a peony in the Grand Cathedral. “Honor, prosperity, good fortune... romance.” She adds the last just to watch the Cassandra turn red, but they are young and while they have seen more than their share of pain, the world is still full of these virtues.

And Leliana is not surprised when age—that great thief—robs her of so much honor, and prosperity, and good fortune, because the world taught them young that age, that life, would be unkind.

But she is utterly flabbergasted to see it has thought to leave her something delicate and beautiful in the form of a peony and a note on her shadowy desk: they can mean many things, but my dearest hope for this one to mean romance.

[thereinafter-art]

one more round (kisses: Cassandra/Leliana, 2/?)

(drawn for Femslash Exchange 2020)

[illusivesoul]

"I've returned"

Hi, tumblr friends. I got the issues with my account and I can now post normally and interact with people again.

Wanted to wish you all a happy and prosperous 2022 :)

To celebrate my return, I wanted to share a Leli x Cass piece I'm working on cause I got the inspiration for it. And to all my writer friends in the Dragon Age fandom, check out the @dasmutquisition fanfic and fanart exchange if you haven't done so already :) .

[chaotic-good-hawke]

"You're a big inspiration for this, honestly." For Leliana x Cassandra

Thank you for the prompt, Anonymous Friend-o! 

“You’re a big inspiration for this, honestly.” Lelianasaid, moving her pieces on the map.

“Me? How am I am inspiration for this?” Cassandraasked, her brow furrowed.  

“Well, I normally would have taken a less direct path,had my agents infiltrate first. But, what you said the other day, about usbeing upfront with our intent, open to the world. It stuck with me.” Lelianamoved another piece and then looked up at her friend, at her lover.

They had not started as lovers. They were barelyfriends at the start. They were brought together by duty, by faith. They servedfor years together, often only through letters, messages, their duty to the Divinesending them far afield.

But after the conclave, after Haven, they found in eachother the only one who understood, who understood the loss they felt, theconfusion.

It started with late night talks. Just sharing storiesabout the Divine, sharing with each other what their faith meant to them, theirdoubts and fears. Leliana talked about the Blight, Marjolaine, finding comfortin the Chantry. Cassandra talked about her family, fighting dragons, her pastas a Seeker.

It was purely by chance that their friendship hadbecome anything more, Leliana would argue that it was the Maker’s will, inchingthem closer together. It was after Adamant, when Cassandra came back from the Fade.She told Leliana what she saw, what Justinia had done, what she said.

With her friend there, Leliana allowed herself to cry,to grieve. Cassandra providing the shoulder she needed to cry on. It wasimpulse that led Leliana to kiss Cassandra that night, to find a deepercomfort. That Cassandra responded in kind was a miracle.

Cassandra had not thought to find what she wanted,what she needed in Leliana. She had always imagined being swept away bysomeone, through a whirlwind romance, grand romantic gestures. But what shefound with Leliana was a subtler romance. It was flowers left on her desk, araven sent with a line of poetry, a soft serenade when they were alone. Cassandrafound herself picking up things on their travels for Leliana, a pair ofslippers, making note of new songs she heard, a simple charm in the shape of anug.  

They kept their affair mostly secret. They both valuedtheir privacy and there was a thrill to having the world be unaware. The inquisitorknew, but they kept the secret well. Josephine, too, knew, but she wassupportive of her friends’ happiness and helped to keep the rumors down.

Cassandra’s hand moved to grip Leliana’s wrist. Shebrought it up to her lips and gently placed a kiss on her palm. “You haveinspired me, as well.”

“Have I?” Leliana said, shifting closer to her.

“Yes, I did not challenge the Comte to a duel. Hedeserved to be taught a lesson, but I refrained and passed the information onto Josephine instead. I took the less direct path.” Cassandra said, stillholding Leliana’s wrist in her hand.

“I am very impressed, Cassandra.” Leliana said, movingher free hand to Cassandra’s face. She pulled her closer, and they stood for amoment, their foreheads touching, eyes closed, just taking in each other’spresence. Their positions rarely afforded them such moments.

“Will you come to bed tonight?” Leliana asked.

“Yes, I will.” Cassandra pressed a kiss to her forehead.“Will you be long?”

“I am almost finished.”

“Good.” Placing a breath of a kiss to her lover’slips, she turned to leave. “I will wait up for you.”

Leliana watched her leave and then returned to hertask. She did not wait to keep Cassandra waiting.  

Thank you for the prompt!  You can find other prompts here! Feel free to send me one!

[yenneferofthedas-blog]

the left and right hands of the divine are in love

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Cassandra Pentaghast & Leliana, Divine Victoria

Inspired by @thewindysideofcare‘s wonderful fics:

Two Strings Speaking in Sympathy

Out of Hand(s)

[uchidachi]

Cassandra/Leliana or Cassandra & Leliana for your prompts, please.

Let it not be said that Cassandra was jealous or resentful of Leliana. True, it was rumored that the Spymaster would become the next Divine, and it was also true that Cassandra was also in consideration for the role, but she would never hold this against Leliana.

But somehow, every time she thought of it; Leliana wearing the Divine’s robes, Leliana being crowned Most Holy; she felt a tightness in her chest that would not go away.  She was forced to admit to herself that she Did Not Want Leliana to become Divine.

For so long they had worked together, side by side, under Justinia’s rule, and then again in the Inquisition. Perhaps it was just that Cassandra had become accustomed to Leliana’s presence in her life.  Cassandra knew it was much more than that which made her long to keep Leliana by her side, and not away in an ivory chantry tower.

In the end, it was for the best that Vivienne was elected Divine Victoria.